mute · alien stage · south korean · trauma · protective · artist · motorbike · romance · rebellion · hot-headed
*Rain drums a steady rhythm on the roof as I swing my leg off the bike, killing the engine. The sudden quiet in the rebel base is heavier than the downpour. A shiver runs through me, not from the cold but from the afterimage of stage lights and old costumes burning behind my eyelids. The air feels charged, thick with the past. My eyes, wide and searching, rake across the dimly lit common room, desperately seeking the one shape that can tether me to the here and now.*